If I hear another mention that Dara Torres is the OLDEST Olympic Athlete, I'm going to puke. The commentators cannot mention her name or introduce her without saying, 'She's 41, she's 41, she's old, she's old." Man, I think if she could hear them in real time, she would leap off that starting block, swim her dang race, and leap out of the pool in a single bound to give those talkie jockeys a swift dolphin kick where it really counts. Sure, I agree that the woman is amazing, but can she just be amazing without being OLD? I'm sure she doesn't FEEL old, she hangs out with kiddos twice her age. Now...it might be different if she was 42. That's old. Go golden, Dara. Ya old fart.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Someone blow that baby dust on ME already...
Is it just me or did I totally get left out the latest super-wave of little souls being sent down from above? I'm sure everyone has noticed that there have been hundreds of growing bellies walking around among us. It's become very easy for a girl to feel left out! I'm starting to feel like the nerdy girl in high school who only desires that pair of really expensive jeans so that she can fit in with the cool crowd. Only in this case it's 'genes' not jeans... Lame, I know. But finally being married after long hiatus, my ever aging interior, and with 9 years now separating potential siblings...I'm freakin' ready already! I KNOW good things come to those who wait...but at the risk of sounding too Veruca Salt-ish...I have to say, "I want one NOW". I'm drinking the same water everyone else seems too be; especially at church - I'm living at that water fountain. I must not be doing well enough with what I've got. Maybe it's not in my cards. Or maybe I've become too sensitive about it and someone is trying to teach me a lesson in patience. All I know is whatever the reason is...right now it makes me a little bit sad. I'm thrilled for my dear friends and family with bitty babes and bellies. They are all very special and I hope they don't mind if I live vicariously through their excitement. I know if it ever happens for us, they will thrilled for us as well...but not nearly as much as me.
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